He was gazing ahead,
his eyes seeing only the path where his next two or three steps would
land. The surroundings were nothing but a colorless blur he was
running through. His mind worked frenetically to see not what was
ahead, but what was behind: two goblins half his height trying to
catch up to him. Eric could very clearly see in his mind the dark
green skin and the multitude of those pointy, crooked teeth. They
were swinging small clubs made from hard wood, the smoothness of
which was most likely forged by a lot of clobbering action. Eric
could not stop envisioning the jagged teeth and burnished weapons,
since he was constantly hearing a grinding and munching
"rawbrawrawrblr" sound coming from behind - a sound similar
to that of a hungry dog attacking a bare bone.